Novels by Ezeogu Esther

Mason’s breath came in short, measured bursts as he stood at the edge of the battlefield, his mind racing. The Emperors had finally moved, their presence a heavy weight pressing down on him. But something about their formation, their patience—it all felt off.They weren’t just here to fight him.Something bigger was at play.He tightened his grip on his Mythic blade, scanning the seven figures standing before him. Each Emperor radiated an undeniable aura of power, but it wasn’t just their strength that unsettled him. They were waiting—anticipating something.Then it happened.A searing pain shot through Mason’s body, unlike anything he had ever felt before. His vision blurred as an overwhelming force pulsed through his veins, setting his entire being on fire. His knees buckled, and for the first time in years, fear crept into his heart.His body burned from the inside out, his muscles spasming violently as he fought to stay on his feet. It felt as though his very essence was being rip

Mason moved through the neon-lit streets, his mind calculating every possible scenario. He had launched his first offensive, forcing the Emperors to react. But he knew they wouldn’t remain on the defensive for long.Depay, Kazimir, Soren, and Isabella were each formidable in their own right. Their influence, resources, and strategies made them some of the most powerful figures in the world. If Mason wanted to dismantle their control, he would need to anticipate their moves and counter them before they could strike.The first challenge was Isabella Moreau.Isabella was known for her ability to turn any situation to her advantage. Her networks ran deep, and her ability to manipulate alliances made her unpredictable. If Mason could weaken her hold, it would create a ripple effect across the Emperors' power structure.Following a lead, Mason tracked Isabella’s operations to an abandoned high-rise. The structure stood as a relic of old power, its glass windows reflecting the city lights. H

Mason had always prided himself on being ten steps ahead. That was how he had survived in his past life—by predicting moves before they happened, by striking before his enemies even knew they were in danger. But this time, the stakes were higher than ever. The Emperors weren’t coming for him one by one. They were coming together.He knew what that meant.They weren’t planning to crush him—they were planning to erase him.Mason stood on the rooftop of an abandoned building, his gaze locked on the city below. Berlin was alive with movement. Shadows shifting in alleyways, whispers spreading through the underground. He could feel the tension thick in the air.The Emperors had made their move.Now it was his turn.Mason didn’t have an army. He didn’t have the wealth or influence of the Emperors. But he had something they didn’t—experience. He had lived through this before, and this time, he wasn’t just reacting.He was planning.Depay wasn’t the type to strike directly. He preferred to man

Mister Depay sat in his high-rise office, the Paris skyline sprawling before him in the golden light of sunset. The world below was alive with movement—businesses closing, nightlife awakening—but Depay’s mind was fixated on only one thing: Mason.The young upstart had risen too quickly, dismantling half of the Emperors and claiming Mythic Items that should never have been his. That kind of power shift was supposed to be impossible. Depay had spent years manipulating governments, controlling underground networks, and eliminating threats before they could rise. And yet, Mason had shattered every barrier, proving himself more than just a nuisance.A sharp knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Elias, his most trusted strategist, entered without waiting for permission. The man’s usual sharp suit was slightly ruffled—an unusual sign of urgency.“We have a problem,” Elias said, placing a sleek tablet on Depay’s desk.Depay picked it up, his sharp eyes scanning the encrypted report. It

Mason stood at the epicenter of the explosion, a brilliant white light pouring from the Mythic Items now bound together in his hands. The air hummed with a resonating energy, like the crackle of a thousand storms converging in a single moment. The ground trembled beneath his feet as the very fabric of reality seemed to warp around him. He had done it he had united the Mythic Items. But at what cost?The darkness was receding, replaced by a searing brilliance, blinding Mason and everything in his vicinity. He could feel the power surging through his veins, as though the items were not merely artifacts of destruction but a bridge to something much older and more potent than he had ever imagined.It was as if they had been waiting for him all along, pulling him into their orbit, molding him into something else.“Mason...” a whisper floated in the air, soft and haunting, as if the voice had risen from the very earth beneath him.He squinted against the overwhelming light, trying to make

Mason stood at the edge of the crumbling cliff, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the dark storm clouds gathered. The sense of urgency hung over him like an oppressive fog. Frost’s cryptic words still lingered in his mind, a puzzle yet to be solved. “The past and future are intertwined, Mason. What you seek isn’t just power—it’s the balance of the entire world.” He hadn’t fully understood it at the time, but now, it seemed more pressing than ever.He turned his attention back to the path ahead, one that led deeper into the wilderness. Somewhere within the dense forest lay the lost temple, the place where the final Mythic Item resided. He had to reach it before his enemies did. Mister Depay’s forces were closing in, and he couldn’t afford to be late.The journey would be treacherous. The paths were fraught with danger, and even worse, the landscape had been distorted by the ancient magic of the Mythic Items. Every step could lead to a trap. But Mason wasn’t just any man anymo